I await the moon of death The blackest night of the fifth moon rising Ride closer to the heavenly gates Warlords deep as the furthest realm The white light blinds me
Pillars come closer, the night mist Sounds my horn for the night eclipse Where I will destroy the loved ones of god who must die
Angels to be hung from the gates of heaven Wings slain off, red will the sky be
My pain is my knife, the moon casts a spell All that is dark comes to me in every thought they wait to die As blood spills from the red sky Death washes ashore
Smell of roses... great dark Armed with jagged Edge, a dead sleep forever Conquests on riding moutain shores For these Waters red in the moonlight I wash my body, of blood dried skin, Impurities I wash within me Cobble stones of death, lead from the water edge
To my thonre, unchallenged by christians (dead) I strike my sacred sword and bleed the ground So fertile with its new kings For immortal I will always rule with two Visions of the coldest on nights.